Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 32

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

back against it, still feeling

young, everyone around her had been teaching her how to love. Only this man had told her that she could also be

have given her many choices, but he also invisibly cut off all her retreats,

facing David, she always felt angry and frustrated. She wanted to take action but ultimately failed to achieve any real impact or

bed, staring at the floating night sky outside the window. Her mind was filled with many

how much time had passed. She fell

morning light was faint, and all things were just waking up.

she opened the door and walked out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting in the living room. She quickly walked

you sleep well last night?” Old Mrs. Jones asked, her lips curving into a meaningful smile as she scrutinized Rachel with dim eyes. It was as if she was eager

strand of loose hair behind her

David walked in from outside, his gaze

strands fell in front of her forehead, giving off a hint of laziness and casualness.

She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her lips, moist and luscious, exuded a tempting allure that inexplicably

unintentional glance made David scream in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by a poet describing the beauty and elegance of a woman.

dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones said when she noticed

small green medicine bottle in his hand before taking a step

out a chair for her. Rachel smiled and said, “Thank you.”

chair in a little with a smooth and synchronized movement, displaying a great deal of